Eagle eyed
The wedge-tail beats hard to leave the ground.
Earns every metre.
Then the air finds it.
The work disappears.
Up until the world below
is just land and light.
From that altitude your biggest problem
is a small patch of earth among thousands.
The argument. The debt. The thing you can't let go.
All of it tiny. All of it quiet.
The eagle isn't above caring.
It's just found the right height.
Find that height.
Look down at what's been keeping you low.
It won't look the same.
